Evening

Like me, evening lingers,

In uneasy balance;
The day is almost over,
And dark night waits.

The dusk trembles, shimmers,

This order cannot last:
One push, one unkind word,
And the red sun will set.

At the threshold, I wait too,

For your final impetus:
I cannot come back to you,
And I cannot move on.

Diptesh Ghosh